Port na Ba

Today was a gift, with sunshine and blue skies, the cold wind from the north wasn't so severe so it was much warmer than the past week.
This afternoon, J and I walked in the footsteps of Bronze Age folk around a burial cairn at Aird in the north west of Mull. We were surrounded on three sides by intensely blue sea and in the absence of any other folk, the only sounds we heard (apart from our own chat) were bleating lambs and the occasional oyster catcher. And yes, the distant thrum of the small plane flying back from Coll to the mainland, reminding us that we were in the 21st century.
When we returned to the car at Croig harbour, I couldn't resist snapping the multi-coloured fishboxes belonging to a local shellfisher man. (extra)